Alley
A/N: Well, this chapter comes after a review by DemonAngel12, who was quite upset with the whole 'blue eyes' thing. I would like to acquaint her with the genre called drama, in which the author shamelessly overdramatizes everything for the readers. I know this should be in the drama section in this case, but I felt it had more action to it than actual drama, and, of course, romance.
Well, now that that's done, let's get on with the story! Several of the reviewers seem confused with the Kikyo deal. I was going to mesh it in with the rest of the story, but I think a lot of people will despise me and stop reviewing then. So here it is, Alley: Interlude, where we discover Kikyo in my alternate universe! Haha, what fun...
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Alley
Interlude: Kikyo
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INT: Five years before the start of Alley, in Inuyasha, Miroku and Shippo's hut
A tall, pretty girl dressed in a tattered, loose jacket and even looser red sweatpants (A/N: I liked this pun...) carrying a bow and a few crude arrows walked into the small, shady hut in the shabby alley. She seemed relaxed, and had a small smile on her face, but in actuality her mind was on full alert.
"Inuyasha?" Kikyo Takahashi called into the hut as she entered, putting her bow and arrows on a rickety old table by the door. "Where are you?"
The boy in question jumped down from the rafters, landing right in front of her and kissing her full on the mouth. Surprised at first, Kikyo melted into the kiss, relaxing again and returning it happily. She could kiss Inuyasha forever.
"Oh, come on, get a room!"
Inuyasha's eyes flew open, and he and Kikyo sprang apart, turning embarrassedly to another boy who was lying down on one of three old mattresses in the room. Miroku Houshi jumped off and grinned at the couple, whose faces were turning rapidly red.
"You two go at it like bunnies all the time...makes you want to barf, really."
"Miroku..." Inuyasha hissed through clenched teeth. "Remember what we talked about..."
Miroku's grin disappeared quicker than a fox down a hole and he looked suddenly flustered. He grinned nervously and ran a hand through his hair, standing up.
"Um...yeah, sure. I'll be going now!" he fled out of the hut, going out into the alley and grinning broadly, yelling "Inuyasha and Kikyo are getting it on in the hut, nobody screw with them!" to the other inhabitants, who were looking gleefully towards the open door.
The silence that followed in the hut was deafening.
"Oh, fuck him.' Inuyasha dismissed impatiently. "I can kiss my girl if I want."
"Inuyasha..." Kikyo said warningly, playfully tapping his lips.
"Sorry..." Inuyasha smiled apologetically. "I forgot, no cursing."
"That's right." Kikyo smiled back. "Now shouldn't we finish what we started?"
Grinning devilishly, Inuyasha nodded and carried her over to his mattress, laying her down and taking off his jacket, and what they did in the hut that day is not for innocent eyes to read.
(A/N: Permanent blush on face...)
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When Miroku returned to the hut with their youngest friend Shippo, Kikyo was up and putting her jacket back on with Inuyasha still asleep on their mattress. It had been all she could do to wiggle out of his arms.
"Fun over?" Miroku asked playfully. "Now that Shippo's here..."
"Yes." Kikyo smiled tiredly.
"You wore him out, Kikyo." Miroku smiled.
"I guess." Kikyo started toward the door. "I'm going to go out for a bit of air. Tell Inuyasha that I'm all right."
Miroku stopped her. "Naraku?" he asked, seriousness crossing his face.
She nodded.
"You be careful, Kikyo." Miroku looked slightly afraid. "Naraku's a dangerous one. It can't be worth more than your life to avenge Musuo-sama..."
Kikyo's eyes flashed and she glared at the wary Alley.
"Musuo was the leader of the Third Streets." Her voice was icy. "As the temporary leader, it is my job to ensure that his death is avenged."
"Would Musuo-sama want you to die for that?" Miroku challenged.
"Musuo knew what he was getting me into when he first assigned me to the secondary position. I will serve best as I can, and this is part of my duty." Kikyo's voice could've chilled an ice cube. "Do you want me to defy my duty?"
Miroku sighed, knowing that he had lost. "You just...be careful. Musuo-sama was the best."
She nodded and smiled confidently. "I probably won't confront him, anyway...I'll be all right."
She left the hut with a smile, but within the folds of her cloak she carried a most confrontational weapon-a .22 caliber pistol. Not to mention the knife in her boot. She hid it so well, and with such murderous experience, that not even street-wise Miroku could see it.
Someone would die. Very, very soon. And Kikyo had a good idea of who that would be.
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She landed hard, and painfully, on her back, knife slipping out of her fingers and gun careening across the floor. Through the sheen of red in her eyes she could see him walk slowly towards her.
"Pitiful." His voice was silky, taunting, teasing...she couldn't give in to the taunting, no matter how much she wanted to...
"So this is the best the Third Streets have to offer?" he sounded bored. "Your little leader Musuo didn't teach you a thing...it was easy to overpower him."
Temper it...temper it...
"Really, such a weakling, how could he have ever gotten into such a position as he had? He must have bribed them...there's no other way a coward, a weakling like him could ever have made it to the top."
Kikyo's rage flamed up, mushrooming inside of her and giving her renewed strength. She reached out, grabbed her knife, and slashed it across his chest, grinning with satisfaction as a layer of red spread across his perfect shirt. Caught by surprise-she wasn't supposed to get up!-Naraku could only flail wildly as she rained blows on him-back and forth, back and forth her knife went, and only when he reached out and slammed his fist into her side did she finally crumple to the floor with a cry of pain.
Naraku's voice was harsh now. "You bitch!" he spat. "You see what you've done?"
"It was worth it," Kikyo gasped painfully in reply. "You'll die from those injuries, you were off-guard...even now you're struggling."
Face contorted in pain and rage, Naraku lifted his own long-bladed knife to strike...he'd kill the bitch now; she was already going to die anyway...the knife slammed down-yess!!...Blood everywhere...her face, screaming in pain...the knife came back up for a second go...
And a thick-bladed kunai came out of nowhere and lodged itself in his arm.
Howling with pain, Naraku dropped his knife and yanked the kunai out of his shaking, numbing arm, eyes mad in the rain of blood that accompanied his dislodgement, and finally settled those mad eyes on the source of the kunai.
Inuyasha jumped down from the now gaping hole in the cheap wooden wall, battle cry echoing in the room, sword swinging wildly. "NARAKUUUU!!!!!!"
Kikyo's eyes, already seeing black on the edges of her vision, found him as he came through. "Inuyasha..." she groaned. She knew she was going to die. 'I'm so glad I can see you, now, in the end.'
The boy's eyes met hers. "Wha..."
Panicky, horrified eyes found dying blue ones, and even as Kikyo's world faded to black his name was on her lips. "Inu...yasha..."
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After the incident, some said that Inuyasha's howls could be heard for miles; others said those howls were Naraku's as Inuyasha sliced him apart. Still others said that both men were screaming that night in the little hut in the main alley.
Whatever the truth was, all most people knew was that Inuyasha killed Naraku, sliced him all over, thrust his sword in the man's chest and left him dead in a pool of blood in his own hut. By Alley laws, Inuyasha should've been the lord of Alleys now, but he was too young, and besides, he refused to take up the position. It went instead to his older brother, Sesshomaru, and after the power was divided among the many factions, Sesshomaru remained leader of the Third Street Alleys.
And after all that, after all the changes, even after the story spilled back into popular myth, Inuyasha could never forget those fading blue eyes, finding his even as their life slipped away.
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A/N: Well, that should clear things up. I shouldn't be getting any more reviews like that.
Thanks for your time!
misao7